By this point, Remus had very little idea of what was going on; all he could concentrate on was breathing in and out very, very, very slowly and forcing himself to stay awake for fear of not waking up again.
A large and angry gash gleamed in the middle of the bright pink, raw skin beneath his Adam's apple that spread up and around his neck to right beneath the voice box; the peeling skin immediately surrounding the gash was a mixture of dark red and black with blisters appearing the farther away one got from the gash; one could tell that the tissue beneath the epidermis had been burnt by the blade when the cut was made. Bellatrix had been quick, marking him several times with the edge of her dagger, and surrounding each cut was another circle of red and black skin. The burns would have been enough to stop the bleeding on their own had there not been any movement; as it was, the severest of the burnt skin around the cuts was cracked and open, the blood flowing freely and just barely beginning to clot. What the silver had done to the tissue below could only be imagined; all Remus could feel was severe inflammation around his trachea, making it difficult to take in any air. The rest of his body was pale and clammy, slightly trembling still due to the shock.
He licked his blue lips uselessly before trying to say something, anything, but his breath failed him; the most he could manage was a cough that made him wince in pain.